| Yo Nod |
| What’s up B-lo? |
| Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us |
| and Chicago man, what you think about this shit? |
| Ah, between us and the Snypaz? |
| Man I’m talkin about us and every muh-fuckin body, man |
| Ah but you know we too tight up in Chicago |
| We got love worldwide baby don’t stop, north, south, east and west |
| That’s right, know what I’m saying, straight up comin to you |
| Snypaz and Do or Die, Rap-A-Lot mafia |
| From the Chi, here it go like this |
| I went from zip locks and bakin soda |
| To smokin herb, cookin 'ola |
| Never lookin overnight success |
| Cause I want a Rover |
| Hold you head up and stick yo chest out |
| And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out |
| I hit the scence like po-po's |
| In the four door Chevrolet, we gas |
| With hats broke off to the left |
| To show you exactly where you at |
| I want the scratch that you done say |
| Remember, bust a cap a lot |
| For the rooftop Snypaz snap a lot |
| Puttin down with Rap-A-Lot |
| You’ll die, can’t fuck with us |
| So when you say it, you’ll a lie |
| You’ll try and get shut down |
| From Texas all the way back to Chi |
| Ain’t no success even if you cryin for it |
| Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it |
| Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it |
| I strive for it |
| That’s why I sixteen years and a positive |
| Try to let go of my negative |
| Only got one life to live |
| It’s fucked up, only had one chance |
| And now I’m takin it |
| See niggas fakin it |
| If a nigga ain’t real then his ass ain’t makin it |
| Overnight, I had to do more than hold the mike |
| Had to control the fight |
| Had to make sure my dough was right |
| Had to make sure my boys was tight |
| Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (?) gonna spook ya |
| Horror type of tactics, you bet the Snypaz (?) knew ya |
| Stressed out, had me feelin left out |
| Stuck and I gotta get my self out |
| But when I was kid then crept out |
| Fuck all the ones who never helped out |
| Stepped out with grams and plans to be an overnight achiever |
| Since (…) to non-believers, overnight |
| You can do what you wanna do |
| But it ain’t gonna happen for you |
| Not overnight |
| Overnight, overnight, overnight |
| Overnight, overnight, overnight |
| Livin it up, this ain’t no overnight shit |
| See (?) got a death wish |
| But Do or Die and Snypaz, represent Chi-Town |
| Took a life and get lit up quick |
| Rain niggas got me doin this |
| Used to be on some sell ass shit |
| Or mail that bitch back home in a box |
| And leave no trail of this |
| Now won’t witness this and this is |
| How’s it’s gonna fall |
| All of y’all gonna battle |
| Leave this life, all shells gon drop tonight |
| You say that you want a spot |
| Better they hit like the shit from Rap-A-Lot |
| So pack that glock or AK stops your clock, my straps get hot |
| Even though it’s hot it ain’t hot enough to stop this entourage |
| Rain, Do or Die, pick a piece Snypaz, one big mob |
| Better stop that heart |
| Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin Lexus cars |
| So flex that shit cause down in Texas, everybody talks |
| Cause ain’t gonna fall, overnight |
| I got an american dream of gettin out the ghetto |
| Runnin out they mails |
| About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn’t care |
| Do Roc scare? With the fuckin niggas who groundin me |
| It’s Roc on the block, 45 glock cocked |
| Finna pop these niggas and they drop |
| I’m screamin more and more and more war |
| Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) |
| I’m screamin more and more and more war |
| Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) |
| A to the muthafuckin K |
| Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back |
| Uh, Ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat |
| Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar |
| Point blank range, nigga I’m game, do anything |
| (…), (…), hangin out the window |
| Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes |
| Rule number one, don’t get it confused |
| I’m talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t |
| Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me |
| Make 'em freeze |
| Kill for my nigga that’ll kill for me |
| Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms |
| Stay alarmed, Vietnam, when I closed caskets |
| Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic |
| When I bomb a bad bitch |
| 1997 niggas, and you can’t do it overnight |
| (Vocal breakdown) |